checking out games for beast, maybe.

[delaisse]

Who would want me around when I'm like this? I — I don't understand how you expect me to show my face!

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[nolongerhollow]

The torches and pitchforks crowd is a constant problem. I am in a place where all know what I am, so I cannot pass for human either. And yet, I do have friends. Some are human, some are not. They help make the stay worth it.

You are not even evil. You are merely a beast in appearance, not an ex-monster. You would do better than you think no matter where you go, as long as you keep trying.

[delaisse]

You could pass for it if they didn't know, you stand a chance of letting their eyes fail to fixate. I can do whatever I want, I can be a monster if they expect it of me!

[nolongerhollow]

Yes, I stand a chance...until they get to know me. [He crouches on a nearby fence.] Which is to be honest even more painful at times. The fear in their faces at the realization.

I don't believe it. Ferocity, grumpiness, the occasional fit of unkindness or rage, these things are not the same as evil. I know evil. You are no more wicked than if a bear or some other creature of nature stood up and spoke.

[delaisse]

[ He's content to listen, albeit begrudgingly, until creatures are mentioned. ]

I am not an animal, bear or otherwise!

[nolongerhollow]

...

Apparently my metaphor hit a nerve. My apologies.

[delaisse]

[ An undercurrent of a growl laces through his reply. ]

I've heard enough.

[nolongerhollow]

It matters little to me. If you can't take kind words, then you shall not receive any more.

[delaisse]

I don't need kind words, there's no revelation you or anyone else can give me!